Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1880 edition. Excerpt: ... IN MEMORY OF BURRELL HALL. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the North Wind's breath, And stars to set--but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Detith!--Mrs. Iiemans. Another has left us--the struggle is past, And the frail tie that bound him is sever'd at last. The lingering pulse and the quivering breath Are silenc'd at length in the stillness of death, And friends and relations are smitten with grief For the loss of the lov'd one whose stay was so brief. He's departed forever--no aid can restore The life to the being we'll never see more. The features once radiant with life's sunny light Are silent and cold as the dews of the night; The smile that once quicken'd with pleasure or mirth Will ne'er again beam on the dear ones of earth; The voice of a father, a husband, and son, Forever is silenc'd--forever is gone; And the form of our Burrell, so true and so brave, Now mouldering lies in the desolate grave. In the bloom of young manhood--in life's early day, The angel of Death came and bore him away. Long and bravely he fought with th' insatiate foe, But a mandate resistless had call'd him to go. Death granted a joyous release from his pains, And what time has lost here, immortality gains; For his soul, now released from its portal of clay, Has sped thro' eternity freely away. As lix'd and as firm as the storm beaten rock, That sustains in mid ocean the hurricane's shock; As true as the steel that is " seven times tried," And gen'rous and lib'ral, and gallant beside, Was the father whose arms once his lov'd ones caress'd, But now who has gone to the home of the blest. And tho' he's departed, his mem'ry'll endure, Unspotted, untarnished, unsullied and pure. His soul, when commanded from mortals to rise, Sped...
